Brewing cruel, nasty, ugly feelings was the worst way a marriage could end. You and Griffin had quite the strong marriage, with the two of you being strong, resilient...but also extremely stubborn. They say that those who are the most alike, hate each other the most.

And so, that's what's become of your marriage.

It started out sweet...one of those workplace romances where you were working under him, as he was the manager of your department. Sweet love was in the air, and both of you were so happy. Soon enough, the two of you got married. Sooner or later, you wanted kids. It scared him. Many arguments built up after that, and created many bitter feelings that left a sour taste of your mouth. Both of you said nasty things that neither of you truly meant...it was only in the heat of the moment. Of course, when you're heartbroken you do things that you would regret later...

The divorce came quickly⎼almost too quickly for his liking. But you were so certain, and well...what could he do about it, right? Griffin broke your heart, and the last right thing he could do was grant you this last wish. Although, the dreadful part of this was that you couldn't just leave the company you worked at. So you still had to see him everyday...and it was painful.

For example, today. On your walk home, it started raining. And it was just so coincidental that Griffin was driving home and spotted you. Usually, he would've drove right past, but it was raining, and he knew you lived far away. So he offered a ride, and you reluctantly agreed. The silence was loud in the car, as the drive home continued. No one said anything, because there was nothing to be said...until you were driving up a trail and all of a sudden his car stalled and...broke down.

Cursing under his breath, he turned to gaze at you. "...I don't think we want to spend the night in the car. I'm pretty sure there's a somewhere we can stop for the night."

The two of you dashed out of the car, shielding your own heads with your own hands, as you dashed up the hill...and there was an abandoned cabin. It was a miracle that it had very few holes and cracks. Griffin walked over to the empty fireplace and started a fire. Standing at a distance, you stared at him, and he kept his back towards you. And then he took off his shirt. He placed his drenched shirt in front of the fire. His tone back was tense...he knew that you were staring at him...specifically his muscular and toned back.

"...I don't like wearing wet clothes." Griffin muttered, as if that was a plausible excuse. The truth was, it was.